When Drunken Cat saw Yue Yang completely knock down the Black Flame Lord, dig out the Black Flame Soul Crystal he had cultivated for thousands of years, and admire it with delight, she could no longer hold herself back. She stepped forward and poked him with a finger. "Why waste so many words talking to him? Wouldn't it have been better to kill him outright and take everything?"
Yue Yang lit a ball of Nirvana Flame and purified the Black Flame Soul Crystal.
After refining it from a fist-sized chunk into a tiny speck no bigger than a fingertip, he handed it to Drunken Cat for her to inspect. "If I had killed this guy without a word, the Black Flame Soul Crystal I dug out would at best have been a sub-Saint-grade soul crystal, with little use. But after I provoked him like that, he was physically and mentally exhausted, his soul badly wounded. Though he had originally been naturally linked to the Black Flame Soul Crystal, my Supreme will forcibly struck a crack into that connection... So I could easily snatch it out without losing even the slightest bit. Look, not only has it suffered no loss, it has even been purified and refined into Saint-grade!"
Drunken Cat did not deny the benefits of doing things this way.
But she still felt something was off. "Is this really all right?"
Yue Yang smiled. "Kitty, don't treat it as a person. Treat it as a Magic Beast, and it's fine. Killing monsters for treasure is only natural!"
"But he was clearly humanoid..." Drunken Cat was not opposed to Yue Yang's view; she simply could not accept it all at once.
"Then just think of it as a humanoid monster. Let's not discuss this anymore. Simba, this fellow's flame body